Author: Kisutis
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No Longer Misunderstood - Chapter Five
He lay restlessly, eyes squeezed shut, back underneath the sheets on his uncomfortable dorm room bed. The thin layer over him seemed suffocating, the mattress as hard as a rock. The silence was almost eerie, though he didn't notice it. Usually, he would savor the silence, but it didn't help him now -- his thoughts endlessly pounded inside of his head, as if trying to escape. Hyne, how he wished they would just go away.
Suddenly, a strange, yet familiar sensation overcame him. He felt exhausted, and his head throbbed with pain that was even more intense than before. He groaned helplessly, holding his forehead in his hands, silently pleading that the pain would vanish. Before he could attempt anything else, he felt himself slipping away . . . And then knew, just before he passed out, what this was. But why now . . . ?
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His eyes flew open, wide and confused, revealing swirling pools of blue and gray. Bright light from an open window stabbed at his vulnerable eyes, forcing him to shield his face with his hands temporarily. Slowly lowering his hands as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he glanced downwards, over the sheets that covered him -- blue sheets . . . !?
He closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to clear his head, and opened them again. The sheets were still blue, and . . . Oh Hyne, he was afraid to raise his eyes from that spot. Since when did he have blue sheets? Completely baffled, he forced himself to look around the room -- as soon as he did so, he wished he hadn't.
THUD.
She awoke to the sound of something hitting the floor, and pried her tired eyes open. Sitting up, her dark raven hair falling over her bare shoulders, she glanced around with a puzzled expression upon her features as she tried yanking more of the sheets around herself. Something was pulling from the other side, she noticed, and then leaned over the edge of the bed where the rest of the sheets were.
"Squall . . . What are you doing on the floor?"
He could do nothing more than stare up at her in total shock. She seemed to think everything was normal, simply lying there with barely anything to keep her hidden from his view. He struggled to form words, but all he could manage was what sounded like an unknown language. This caused the brunette to giggle uncontrollably, and he raised an eyebrow at her -- a rather shaky one.
"Rinoa . . . ?" he was finally able to say, still twisted up in the sheets beside the bed.
"I'm so glad you know my name, sweetie," Rinoa said sarcastically, resting her weight on her elbows, facing him. "We've only been married for nearly a month now."
His head spun. What the hell is she talking about . . . ? Before he had time to respond to her, she leaned forward further, practically on top of him.
"And, you moaned it enough last night, even though you'll never admit it," she whispered into his ear, pushing him onto his back as she laughed at his startled expression.
"W--. . . What?" he stammered, more confused than ever. . . . Guess I've finally cracked . . .
She pressed her lips to his neck, and it was then he realized that only one of the thin sheets was separating their bodies from eachother. He could feel the dark shade of crimson spread across his face in embarrassment, and raised his hands to her shoulders in an attempt to push her off.
"R-Rinoa, I . . . I don't think we should -- . . . "
"Squall, what's wrong with you? Did you get a concussion when you fell off the bed or something?" she asked, lifting her face to his and staring at him in surprise. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me . . ."
Once again, he couldn't speak. What the hell was going on!? Trying to calm himself, he closed his eyes, remembering the night before. He was positive he had fallen asleep in his own bed, alone -- not here, and he definitely had never married Rinoa . . . And he was supposed to be angry at her for some reason? That sparked his curiosity, and he looked at her as she finally moved off of him, sitting beside him with the sheet still draped around her.
". . . Mad at you for what?"
"My God, Squall . . . You are really weird today. You don't even remember that?"
". . . I have no idea about anything you're saying . . . I never married you, and I slept in my own bed last night . . ."
Her expression was one of astonishment as her mind took in his words. "Do you even remember how old you are?" she questioned, only being half sarcastic. "In case you forgot that too, you turned nineteen yesterday."
. . . What? But . . . I don't turn nineteen for another six months . . .
He gasped out loud as there was a bright flash of light -- then it was black, and he couldn't feel anything around him, as if everything had suddenly disappeared. What in the world could be happening to him now . . . ?
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What the hell is happening? If you wanna know, review! I was planning on this being the last chapter, but I decided the next part should go in a different chapter, so . . . You'll have to review if you wanna find out. Thanks, everyone . . . Atleast, those of you who will be kind enough to review! I feel like I'm writing for no purpose if barely anyone reviews.